My parents, who passed away from a mysterious illness, had chosen Rowan Evermore, a commoner, as my Royal Consort. Their dying wish weighed heavily on my heart. I had to reign the Kingdom as a Queen alone.

I pushed open the doors of my bedroom chambers and there he was. Rowan stepped forward with grace, offering a reassuring smile. ”Your Majesty," he began, ”I am deeply saddened by the circumstances that bring us together, but I am here to support you in any way I can."